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 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Lyla
Insanity
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Lyla
Venturing into the heart of insanity,
(my mind)
I fear that i will lose myself.
I hear the blood rushing in my head
(Will it ever drown me?)
As its the only sound i hear apart from myself.
Alone with my thoughts,
(Wish me well..)
Maybe this is what i want.
Insanity. Chaos. Something.
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Lauramihaela
I am lost:
My mind scattered
In endless constellations above me.

As dreams infuse with reality
And thoughts diffuse into insanity
I realize:
To be insane is to see the infinite.
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
dxstructed
insanity is using the comfort of a pillow for suffocation
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Kevin
I was the five-year-old
who got called names,
was pushed around,
and was physically beaten,
just because he looked slightly different

I was the ten-year-old
who grabbed his father's phone
because he wanted to play Tetris,
but instead, stumbled upon romantic messages
coming from a phone number that wasn't his mother's

I am the sixteen-year-old*
who fell hopelessly in love,
then got his heart broken by the girl
he thought was beautiful and perfect in every way;
the girl who promised him *“forever”


I want to be the seventy-year-old
who’ll enjoy sunsets from his porch,
swaying back and forth in his rocking chair
and hold hands with the woman
he’ll think is beautiful and perfect in every way;
the woman who promised him *“forever”
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Nick Birney
tell me silence
so I can know

burn me fire
and in your glow

the whispering wind
will let me show

endless nights
bring us close

but in the day
we will go

summers life
is at its end

autumns death
now here begins

so let us not
sleep through the cold

but work to live
keep close whats told

from mothers breast
and fathers hand

we’ve been given
to this land

coyotes yell
will tell us still

and eagles scream
hard and shrill

she is not ours
to keep or ****

but we are hers
with love to fill
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Theia Gwen
When I'm with you, I understand
When you hug me, I have no doubt
I know you mean it when you hold my hand

But when I'm alone and self loathing takes over
And I think about all my insecurities
When I analyze myself in the mirror
I don't understand why you love me
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Daisy C
Our hearts can become filled with so much
hatred yet even though we continually feel this way
we still think about all the possibilities.
This world is filled with anger.
This world is heavy on souls.
This world never gives us a break.
Is it a punishment to humans ?
What if you were able to change the whole world?
Where would you start?
School, Home,  or even
Work.
The world is filled with so many great possibilities.
Its time for this world to become what it can be.
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Steven Muir
I.
Of all the pieces I want to be
I never dream of being
the whole puzzle.

II.
Is that
wrong?

— The End —